Not quite a Japanese capsule hotel
We've arrived at our hotel near the Vienna airport, and for the first time since we've arrived in Austria, I have internet access.1
When we pulled up, Werner said something like, "It's a motel." And since then has kept saying, "This isn't what I expected."
We're on the fringe of a village, on the side of a highway interchange. The hotel has no restaurant (although some sort of breakfast is served in the lobby in the morning), but the front desk does sell various beverages. Our room is the tiniest hotel room I've ever seen. We have a twin bed and a North American-style double bed. Jakob's crib is wedged in between the two. There's a clothes rod with a small shelf at a right angle, and another shelf running along the wall opposite the beds. The sink is in the main part of the room, and the washroom is just a toilet and shower, and a sign asking that we keep the door closed while showering lest we set off the heat detector. The room is pretty cramped, and we have to shuffle the stroller to get to the door. It is clean, but very basic. And we're only here for a few hours. And the curtains really are black-out curtains.
The main trouble is the location. Werner chose this hotel because it is near the airport and offers a shuttle service, which is perfect. Just what we needed. But in the interim we had to walk into the village to find supper. It is really blustery and fairly cold, and given the choice I would have been happy to stay in. Actually, we were told we could order-in for delivery, but the room is so tiny that we are happy to get out for a bit. It would have been nice if we had been able to get into Vienna for a few hours (Sachertore!), but we're pretty isolated here and the logistics are daunting.
But what really frustrates us is that, on the way in, our driver mentioned the hotel at the airport. Werner searched high and low for a hotel right at Vienna airport, and turned up nothing. He asked our travel agent to look into it, and he also didn't find it. It would have been perfect. We could have had a porter help us get our bags to the Lufthansa check-in, and wouldn't have needed to deal with the carseat. We could have taken the train into Vienna.
Oh, well. It would have been nice. But we're here for only a few hours, and we'll know for next time.
1 Our hotel in Krems did offer internet access, but for the outrageous rate of €30 per day! Or €9 per hour! (Here it is free.) So I've been drafting these posts as they come to mind, with the intention of updating the blog once I've got access again. More bloggarhea.
When we pulled up, Werner said something like, "It's a motel." And since then has kept saying, "This isn't what I expected."
We're on the fringe of a village, on the side of a highway interchange. The hotel has no restaurant (although some sort of breakfast is served in the lobby in the morning), but the front desk does sell various beverages. Our room is the tiniest hotel room I've ever seen. We have a twin bed and a North American-style double bed. Jakob's crib is wedged in between the two. There's a clothes rod with a small shelf at a right angle, and another shelf running along the wall opposite the beds. The sink is in the main part of the room, and the washroom is just a toilet and shower, and a sign asking that we keep the door closed while showering lest we set off the heat detector. The room is pretty cramped, and we have to shuffle the stroller to get to the door. It is clean, but very basic. And we're only here for a few hours. And the curtains really are black-out curtains.
The main trouble is the location. Werner chose this hotel because it is near the airport and offers a shuttle service, which is perfect. Just what we needed. But in the interim we had to walk into the village to find supper. It is really blustery and fairly cold, and given the choice I would have been happy to stay in. Actually, we were told we could order-in for delivery, but the room is so tiny that we are happy to get out for a bit. It would have been nice if we had been able to get into Vienna for a few hours (Sachertore!), but we're pretty isolated here and the logistics are daunting.
But what really frustrates us is that, on the way in, our driver mentioned the hotel at the airport. Werner searched high and low for a hotel right at Vienna airport, and turned up nothing. He asked our travel agent to look into it, and he also didn't find it. It would have been perfect. We could have had a porter help us get our bags to the Lufthansa check-in, and wouldn't have needed to deal with the carseat. We could have taken the train into Vienna.
Oh, well. It would have been nice. But we're here for only a few hours, and we'll know for next time.
1 Our hotel in Krems did offer internet access, but for the outrageous rate of €30 per day! Or €9 per hour! (Here it is free.) So I've been drafting these posts as they come to mind, with the intention of updating the blog once I've got access again. More bloggarhea.
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